The Echo Of The Terrace

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Through banners flying o’er each head
The songs cried true and bold
God’s Angels played in shirts of Red
With boots of shining gold

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I stood upon that hallowed place
And sang the battle songs
The Spion Sons of Shankly’s days
Were 50,000 strong

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 For Ian St John picked up the ball
Sir Roger raced upfield
Amd Tommy held the line with strength
And packed his boots with steel

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 A million memories passed between
A million more to be
But none that claimed Anfield Crown
Could mean as much as he

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Whose emerald shirt once idolised
A son come down from heaven
To make his home on Merseyside
Pull on the Anfield number 7

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 A girl whose blood and very bones
Were forged from fires as these
Would give the world, and all she owned
To see return the King

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 My Father stood amidst the crowd
No words were passed or said
But the echo of the terrace knew
And soothed my heart instead.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/the-echo-of-the-terrace/